Iron Dad Oneshots (Under Editing)

It's freezing out here

Ahhh I twisted my ankle and bruised my side by falling off my skateboard 😭 the proceeded to walk a mile on it like a dumbass

Peter was fine. He was! He had his warm coat, his emergency blanket, and his bag. He was perfectly fine...
Or rather he would be, if it weren't for the fact that all of the before mentioned items were on the shore. And Peter was very much floating on his back in the ocean.

How the fuck did he get here? His fingers and toes were slowly going numb and he's fairly certain a fish has been trying to snack on his fingers for at least 5 minutes. He can't remember when he stopped shivering, which, not good. Worst part is, he's not wearing his suit.

He's freezing cold, stuck in the ocean, and completely alone. No way of calling for help or warming up. It was him, his now numb limbs, and that fucking fish that keeps bumping into his back and face. He sucked in a shuddery breath and forced himself to remain calm. Panicking means sinking, and the stiff feeling in his bones meant there was no coming up.

A low, scared, whine tore itself from the back of his throat and it hurt. He hurt. His chest hurt. And he was tired. For a brief moment, Peter thought about closing his eyes. He thought about letting the waves take him. He was close to allowing it, but a flickering in the distant night sky caught his eye, and his thoughts. A shaky whimper escaped from behind his lips as he hoped and prayed that it was Tony coming for him.

Peter wasn't very religious, but he thought he might start to be, when he began to make out the colors of the suit. He sucked in a heavy breath, and released a sob. Hot tears cascaded down his face, feeling like hot coals on his freezing skin. Just as Peter felt the water press close to his eyes, the suit came from the side and swooped him up. Peter was full of cracked sobs and incoherently hoarse whispers.

It wasn't long until they were on the beach, an ambulance already there, the back open. Peter was deposited onto the stretcher, and the team of paramedics immediately got to work with changing him and wrapping him with a multitude of blankets. An oxygen mask was pressed to his face and made Peter aware of his hyperventilating.

The stretcher was lifted into the back of the ambulance, and Peter saw Tony in the corner. Tony immediately leaned forward and placed a hand in Peter's soaked hair. Peter whined as the hand burned. It was too hot. He squeezed his eyes shut. If he were to look, he would see Tony shedding tears of his own, barely restraining himself from coddling the kid.

The ambulance drove.

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Peter woke up slowly. His eyes were half lidded as he glanced around the hospital room. Heating pads were scattered on his bed, no doubt posing a fire hazard. He heard the steady beat of the heart monitor. He felt the plastic tubes of the oxygen machine in his nose. He glanced at the IV bag with disinterest. He saw Tony outside of the window, talking with a doctor. Peter decided to see how his body was feeling.

He felt heavy. He was exhausted and felt like he couldn't move at all. He was still chilly, but not nearly as bad as what it was. His thoughts were cut off when he heard his name.

"Good to see you awake, Mr. Parker. How are we feeling?" Peter glanced at the doctor, then to Tony, who was standing behind said doctor nervously. Peter blinked back at the doctor.

"T'red" and oh. Yeah. That sounded bad. His voice sounded shredded and croaky and it hurt too. Nevertheless, the doctor cracked a smile at him.

"I'd imagine so. Gave us quite a scare," Peter didn't respond. And soon, the doctor left with the promise of returning with hot chocolate. Tony immediately took to fussing with the heating pads. He scoffed softly.

"Are these even on?" Without waiting for a response, he started to move Peter, earning a disgruntled mumble from the teen. Tony quickly slipped into the bed and under the covers. He wasted no time pulling Peter into his chest. His nose pressed against Peter's hair. Peter's fairly certain that if it weren't for the oxygen tubes in his nose, he'd be suffocating.

"God. Kid. Don't ever do that to me again, okay? Don't think my heart can take it," Tony mumbled, pulling Peter so that they were chest to chest.

And oh. That was kind of nice? Like really nice. Tony was warm. And Peter felt safe in his arms. Tony began to play with Peter's hair, and it wasn't long before Peter was drifting off, compromising with himself that the hot chocolate can wait, and that he'll simply have it when he wakes up.

For now, he will be safe and warm. And loved.